Bl3edingxR0se• Show poetry

I hate these things. It’s not like anyone really gives a rat bunny about me anyways, do they? I mean come on. They click on your profile, decide on your hotness and then say you’re an interesting person. Right? Well if you’re reading this then I guess you’ve proven me wrong and I owe you a profile...My name’s Megan, I’m 15. Yes I’m 15. Please don’t go, “oMg Are you LykE rEally 15?!?! You are lyke sooo hawt. You look like 19!!111!” YES, I’m FIF-bunny-teen, do I need to translate that into another language? Please it gets annoying, so don’t...I was beaten as a child, and I’ll openly talk about that. Amazing huh? I’m not the type of person to sit back and say, “oh yes I had a great childhood” because I am NOT a liar, and that would be lying. My father beat me and my mother, and my father molested me as well. Great parenting huh? Jessica and I had been friends since Kindergarten. She's really the only person that doesn't betray me or leave me. Even though every we do and have in common has like 6 months between us. Haha. But besides her I never had any real friends, I really just kept passively to myself, untill Kim that is. Well I thought she was my best friend. But she backstabbed me just like everyone else. I gave up on friends until I moved to Georgia from Maryland when I was 13. I met Victoria and we became Best BEST best friends, yeah no longer are tho. I guess you could say I’m just giving up on friends anyways. I only people I truly talk to and let my emotions out to are Heather, Karen, Zeck, and Michael. Those four people probably have no idea how much they mean to me. I’d do anything for any one of them. I love each and everying one of them to death. Let’s see, my last exboyfriend was like a creepy vampire wanna be who stuck his teeth on the wrong person’s body. We’ll leave it at that...I have a little brother, and I hate his guts. But I love him oh so much. I have a very cynical outview of life, always have always will. Why look at life in a good way, if we’re all gonna die anyways...My teachers think I’m crazy and I guess I am. I’ve been to five different therapists since I was like 5. I have a bunch of mental disorders: Clinical Depression, Obsession Compulsive Disorder, and the doctors THINK I’m bi-polar. But we don’t know for sure yet. Also I’m paranoid. And everyone thinks I’m skitzophrenic, I guess time will tell. I’ve attempted suicide numerous times. And if you ask if I have sucedded for any of the times, you’re a bunny dumbass and get off my page now please. But I have landed myself in the hospital. Oh joy. I’m a cutter, a wrist banger, a burner, and a bunch of other bunny. I've been clean for almost two months now. I go out with the love of my life, Michael. I have no idea what the hell I'd do without him. I love you baby